Valentine’s Day. What a time. All of your friends and family members had a Valentine’s, which made the day a bit annoying when you constantly had friends and family members asking if you had a Valentine’s for the day.

You didn’t have one, but your doorbell rang, oddly enough. When you open your front door, there is no one outside. But there is a small box with a note on top of it and what seems to be a box of chocolates in a heart shaped box.

When you read the note, all it read was, “Be mine? Signed, Nathaniel.” And as you open the smaller box of the two, it isn’t chocolates at all. It’s human eyeballs. The bigger box wasn’t any better, for it contained an actual human heart.

After having called the police so they could do an investigation on who had done such a disgusting thing, you got a text from your friend, asking if you could go over to their house for a party.

And that’s why you are here now, at a party at your friend’s house, nearly everyone else dancing with their dates. But after a while, a tall, young man walked up to you and held his gloved hand out with a sweet smile plastered onto his face.

“Mind if I take this dance? The name’s Nathaniel Hawthorne.” And lo and behold, this man was the exact man who sent you the “gifts” earlier.